White For Light. White For Love. White

When Their Lips Met, And Their Tongues Touched, It Was Like They Were Kissing In A Hundred Different Places, And Her Senses Were Flooded With New Sensations And Old Memoires. He Kissed Her, And Their Souls Melted Into Each Other In A Melody Older Than Time.

It Is Good To Be Busy. Being Busy Takes Our Mind Off Being In Love At The Wrong Time, In The Wrong Place And With The Wrong Guy.

The World In Your Mind Is As Real As The World Outside Of It.

He Knew What It Was Like To Love One Who Did Not--or Could Not--love You Back. But He'd Had No Choice. None Of Them Did.

When She Reached The Shallow End, Kingsley Held Out His Hand And Pulled Her Up, But She Lost Her Step And Fell Into His Arms, Her Body Crushing Momentarily Against His.